ONE MORE TEASER

Scene 4.

The Benkumfo are locked up in a meeting of executives. They have congregated to assess themselves and their performance.

Dr. Exclamation: My colleagues, I welcome you all to this august meeting. Now when we hold meetings, the champagne has to flow. Where are the orderlies? Serve the stuff.

Contented laughs and sounds of concurrence are heard. They are served.

Dr. Exclamation: Today we are almost up to first hundred days of our term of office and we are here to look at our performance. I think we would all have to look upon ourselves with pride. At least our clothes are better, we ride in better cars and our cheeks have grown fatter haven’t they?

More laughter and agreement.

Mr. Florence (very angry and passionate): You people are jokers. What do you mean by that? The people of the past administration are walking about free of charge. We have not been able to lock them up in jail and you are saying all is well? Some of them are still at post. They are working in the various ministries and departments. They are still there. Look Wofa Atta you are being too slow. You are being too slow. How can this happen? Huh? How can this happen? Our people are still out there hungry. You cannot be serious.

Mrs. Iddricries: Mr. Florence, we are working on your concerns. We have to follow due process in gathering evidence against these people so we can prosecute them. I assure you we are working on it.

Mr. Florence: Due process my foot. We have enough to already prosecute them. The stole, they killed, they robbed, all of that. And if you cannot find the evidence we are in government. Can’t we fabricate some of it? What is all this? Huh? I am still using my old cars. This is stupid. Very stupid of all of you.

He storms out in anger.

Wofa Atta: Don’t worry. I will talk to him in private. And please make sure that his cars are replaced by next week. Give him at least four cross country vehicles and that would make him ok for now.

All agree and the meeting continues. Meanwhile, just outside the meeting place, Mr. Florence is leaving and he is surrounded by a pack of media men who ask him questions.

First person: Mr. Florence, so how did the meeting go?

Mr. Florence: Well they are there trying to do something.

Second media man: Sir, what are your impressions of your government so far?

Mr. Florence (angrily): This is not my government. This cannot be my government. If I was the one at the helm of affairs in this country, the thieves of the former administration would not be walking around as free as they are shamelessly doing right now. They would have all been packed into the prisons at Mawasn by now. This cannot be my government. It is my party in power but I am not the president. But to answer your question I think the government is too slow. They are just too slow about things.

Third person: Do you think the ministers are doing well?

Mr. Florence: I think they are a pack of greedy bastards who have come to seek their personal gains. This is a reserve side and not the real team. Obviously this is a team b side.

A fourth person attempts to ask a question but he receives a terse response of no more questions. With the help of his aides, Mr. Florence is ushered into his car and drives away.